Got my momma flowers for her birthday :)
nah, I cry when I don’t have enough change for snacks in the vending machine
See You There (Tattoo!Klaine)
Kurt nearly chokes on his frozen yogurt the first time he sees him.
He’s really glad that he didn’t actually choke because that would have been beyond embarrassing.
But this guy might have been totally worth dying for via dairy plus windpipe. Kurt admits that he’s not the most subtle person at the best of times, but the guy doesn’t notice as he checks him out from behind his book.
His clothes aren’t what Kurt would have picked for himself, but the guy makes them work, even down to the bowtie dotted with tiny seahorses.
Kurt hides himself behind the book, precariously balancing the yogurt on his knee, as the guy picks a machine in the next row. As he does, Kurt notes the splat of black on the guy’s ankle, disappearing into the hem of his highwaters.
Kurt isn’t looking for a laundromat romance. He decided long ago that he was too old for such fantasies.
It doesn’t stop him from daydreaming about Laundromat Man and his mysterious tattoo for the next few days.
“Needs of the Few” - Kurt/Blaine
luckyjak requested a Star Wars AU, where Blaine is a Force sensitive sex slave and Kurt is a chaste Jedi who rescues him. D/S relationship with some BDSM elements (whipping). Set during the Old Republic time, not the original trilogy era. This was so much fun to write.
“I can’t thank you enough,” is the first thing that Blaine says to him when they exit the council chambers on Tython. “I—I don’t know how to—”
Kurt adjusts his hood around his neck and stops, nodding to a passing trainer and guiding Blaine through the crowd to the shuttle bay where Kurt’s ship is docked. A maintenance droid chirps the usual confirmations about the ship being ready and cleared for take off. He waits until they’re safely inside the slightly cramped, slightly run-down ship before answering.
“I won’t pretend that I wasn’t concerned they might reject you because of your age,” Kurt says, trying to sound gentle. He is aware that most of the time he just comes off as cool, and Blaine is nervous enough as it is. “But these are trying times; the Republic needs every able Jedi that it can find and train.”
They’ve been traveling together for weeks; Kurt hasn’t been training him, really, just giving him general background knowledge and occasionally allowing him to ask questions and receive answers. He hadn’t been prepared for anything more. To that end, neither had Kurt; the last thing he’d expected from his mission on Nar Shaddaa had been to return with a battered, young, Force-sensitive sex slave in tow.
Anonymous → (surprise!anon) Blaine was in panties. Not just any kind of panties, but black, lace boy shorts that slung low on his hips and couldn't even begin to hold his straining cock, the tip peeking out above the waistband. He looked like sin with his wet curls, innocent eyes, and his skin, god, his warm skin that Kurt couldn't wait to put his hands all over. Kurt was only shaken out of his silent stare when Blaine shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, eyes cast downward. "Is... is this okay? Kurt?"
Anonymous → (suprise!anon) "Mhmm?" Kurt murmured, with a curious tilt to his voice, "What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into?" Hot breath tickled his ear as his husband replied, "Nothing you can't get me out of." Kurt moaned as Blaine rolled his hips against Kurt's bare ass, blood thrumming southward as he felt Blaine's hard cock pressing through unfamiliar fabric. "Turn around, Kurt." Kurt slowly turned onto his back, and his mouth gaped open at the sight that sat in front of him.
→ "K-Kurt, please," Blaine managed as Kurt took him in deeper, giving a pleased hum around Blaine's cock as it hit the back of his throat. Cheeks hallowed out, wide, innocent eyes staring up at him, Blaine could only think of how beautiful Kurt looked, so honest and real. When Blaine came, Kurt's name was a long, loud moan, his hips jerking forward accidentally as his orgasm got the best of him, but Kurt didn't so much as complain. He just swallowed dutifully, and pulled off with a soft, wet pop.
Anonymous → Kurt heard the quiet scuffle of Blaine's footsteps as he approached their bed, followed by the gentle drop of a bath towel when he reached the edge. He felt the soft drag of a shower-damp finger down his spine before the bed dipped next to him. Kurt hummed in appreciation and nuzzled closer into his pillow as his husband straddled the back of his thighs. He could feel the warmth of another body hovering over his back, just out of reach, when Blaine whispered into his ear, "I have a surprise."
→ "OH MY GAGA BLAINE PUT YOUR MANHOOD IN MY THIRSTY WANGHOLE" kurt cried out with the passion of a thousand passionate things. "YOU R SO SEXY HAWT KURT!!! HERE IS MY THICK JUICY MEAT THERMOMETER" blaine screeched like a banshee into the night. "ARGGHHHH" kurt exclaimed as blaine's dingaling entered his love cavern and he sprayed his sex juice all over the entire room with his 16 ft. dick that was five inches shorter than blaine's monster pencil. blaine yodeled his climax and fell asleep. THE END.
→ "God, Kurt," Blaine whined, fingers threading into the soft, thick brown head of hair that was now between his legs, bobbing back and forth. "You feel amazing." His voice was low and lusty, hazel eyes locked onto glasz ones. Kurt's lips were red and slick, mouth wet and warm and so incredibly perfectly eager as he sucked Blaine down. Blaine was vocal, stuttering out short breaths, chanting his boyfriend's name, and Kurt loved it.
Anonymous → one day kurt walked into the apartment they shared in new york and called out for blaine. blaine yelled that he was in the bedroom. kurt walked in to find blaine naked on the bed. sexy times happened.